Story of the day: Compassion
Doug Nichols Shares this story:
While serving with Operation Mobilization in India in 1967, tuberculosis forced me into a sanitarium for several months. I sensed many weren’t happy about a rich American (to them all Americans were rich) being in a free, government-run sanitarium. I did not yet speak the language, but I tried to give Christian literature written in their language to the patients, doctors, and nurses. Everyone politely refused.
The first few nights I woke around 2 a.m., coughing. One morning during my coughing spell, I noticed one of the older and sicker patients across the aisle trying to get out of bed. He would sit up on the edge of the be and try to stand, but in weakness would fall back into bed. I didn’t understand what he was trying to do. He finally fell back into bed exhausted. I heard him crying softly.
The next morning I realized he had been trying to get up and walk to the bathroom! The stench in our ward was awful. Other patients yelled insults at the man. Angry nurses moved him roughly from side to side as they cleaned up the mess. One nurse even slapped him. The old man curled into a ball and wept.
The next night I again woke up coughing. I noticed the man across the aisle again try to stand. Like the night before, he fell back whimpering. I don’t like bad smells, and I didn’t want to become involved, but I got out of bed and went over to him. When I touched his shoulder, his eyes opened with fear. I smiled, put my arms under him, and picked him up.
He was very light due to old age and advanced TB. I carried him to the washroom, which was just a filthy, small room with hole in the floor. I stood behind him with my arms under his armpits as he took care of himself. After he finished, I picked him up, and carried him back to his bed. As I laid him down, he kissed me on the cheek, smiled, and said something I couldn’t understand.
The next morning another patient woke me and handed me a steaming cup of tea. He motioned with his hands that he wanted a tract.
As the sun rose, other patients approached and indicated they also wanted the booklets I had tried to distribute before. Throughout my day nurses, interns, and doctors asked for literature.
Weeks later an evangelist who spoke the language visited me, and discovered that several had put their trust in Christ as Savior as a result of reading the literature.
What did it take to reach these people with the gospel? It wasn’t health, the ability to speak their language, or a persuasive talk. I simply took a trip to the bathroom.
Quote of the day: Walter Tubbs
“Others will not care how much we know until they know how much we care.”
Bible verse of the day: James 3:8
“Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous;”
Dear Heavenly Father,
I pray to have a heart that is always compassionate towards others. I ask to see others through Your Loving eyes and to Love them as You do. Take my heart, since it belongs to You, and continue to grow it into Your likeness that I may do unto others with great compassion. I thank You for this blessed day!
In Jesus Name I pray,